Press on
Ja-Rule:
lately i been writin my wrongs
but since i dont write, its more like ive been gatherin thoughts
and my minds been trickin the body body, thinkin its crazy
how am i to explain this behaviour to me?
when i look in the mirror all i see is a replica of what used to be
and im feelin like i should step it up. huh, as if water wasnt wet enough
its murda still, hip hop aint dead enough.
im here to fill any shoe that done slipped off, put my foot down,
tell the niggas to step off. if jiggas lebron james of these playoffs,
well then im chris paul, i assist em all
its my stomping ground now, im too close to call
and anybody wanna hate im ya poster boy
cos i know you got one to spew hatred on
you must love me, that i believe cos
Mary J.Blidge:
Life has a way of making you live it.
Sometimes it takes you to giving it.
Do you fold or do you play on?
The next move always depends on you.
If your work is good then it's trouble at home.
If your moves is right.
Then your dough is tight.
It's like running a engine on no fuel.
How do you play in a game with no rules?
(It's always a fight).
Ja-Rule:
Huh, yeh and I been fightin, like kimbo slicin'
aint been a nigga this hot since andre rison,
from when left eye burn down his housin
at this point im too hot to cool off,
comin thru in the 2 door with the roof off
nigga im all in, everything that you doin baby i done did,
but still more money more problems, it is what it is.
Mary J.Blidge:
I got troubles with in, troubles with out.
Making it threw but tryin' to figure it out.
Tryin' to stay right when the world is so wrong.
But I gotta keep moving and press on.
Gotta stay real, tryin' to be strong.
Making it close but gotta hold on.
Tryin' to stay right but the world is so wrong.
But I gotta keep moving and press on, press on.